Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

was confused,

brain fart. Got the

speechless,

this and nobody knew him?

before echoing Painter’s earlier message – [If anyone digs up anything about

set her phone aside and opened the book “The Periodic Table” that she’d borrowed from her grandmother.

through the pages

more true. She had thought her high school education was comprehensive and had even self–studied some college material, but compared to the

to double down on

her a cup of milk and

to good advice, nodded in agreement.

new

asked. [Lia, why are you

Louie. She pondered for a moment before replying with the naked truth, (He’s my boyfriend]

No way. Is he in

do you know

before sending back a cryptic message: [Be

did he mean by keeping her distance? They hadn’t even been

stay away

about love, just

could decide, Louie

her meaning. After a moment’s thought, she responded: [Because “Love

Louie went silent.

ten minutes, but still no message.

see your granddad about a treatment tomorrow, and

knew. He actually

of hope. Anyone else might have called him immediately, but Cordelia was patient by nature.

typed a single word – [Okay]

she was about to turn off the device, it rang, the sharp

recognizing Everard’s number. What could he want at

and a familiar voice, more velvety than

in the nocturnal stillness, somehow more appealing. She hesitated before finally

voice so soothing it